'95

04:43

Cynthia G. Mason

2000

Cynthia G. Mason

Lyrics

’95 we chose to document every great struggle with very little care we bled ink designs for permanence this one joined their forces and this one cut her hair you’d think that after four years the gestures would be bolder they hoped that after four years you’d have bid your farewell to her try to pass for sincere all of our failed attempts to honor the dead and a euphemism to cheapen what’s not easily said they chose to propagate every great story with very little care every movement must be financed this one needed plenty the crash gave it flair you’d think that after four years you’d be the proper soldier they hoped that after four years you’d have bid your farewell to her out where someone might hear all of your failed attempts to honor the dead when the end comes in the middle shocked and disappointed the living left with little but all of these failed attempts and a euphemism we’ll carry on until we’re spent